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Pavlor had been busy with a shower to see the second canine that they picked up. The shower was very refreshing and energizing after the brief tryst with the ferute. But now he was back on the bridge, strapped into the chair next to his owners'. The display showed the planet that Pavlor had once called home, and surprisingly he felt no desire to return to it.

While he was sitting patiently, wondering exactly how they were going to get to the next planet, someone tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, I think you are in my chair."

Pavlor's heart skipped a beat; he had a sudden and overwhelming sensation of dread He turned and looked up, recognizing one of the orca's that he had orally serviced while watching the rottweiler they had picked up.

Thick fingers stroked his head, rubbing from his forehead all the way back behind his ears. Pavlor's muzzle went slack and his tongue rolled out the side of his mouth. "Well, I suppose with such a talented pet and gracious owner, I shouldn't complain should I?" Pavlor's eyes opened while he was still being stroked and looked up into that smiling face.

"Don't go harassing my pet now," Sharven said as the tone in his voice was tickled by sarcasm.

"I wouldn't dream of it," came the reply. "Have you warned him about the sling yet?"

Sharven grunted as if something caught in his throat. "No, not yet. I was hoping to ease him into it first, he's a bit touchy on heights."

Pavlor looked at his owner with a face splattered with apprehension. "What's going to happen?" he asked out quickly without even thinking. He clamped his hands over his muzzle suddenly, looking surprised and apologetic.

"Don't worry, you can talk now. Just not while we were in dock." He took a deep breath, "Take a look at the screen."

Pavlor looked forward to see the same view that was there a moment ago. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, aside from him seeing his home planet floating in the white pinpricked blackness of space.

"Show rear view," Sharven said.

The screen changed to show the back end of the ship. Hanging there with a blue-swirling portal some distance away, and from the portal stretched two lines that resembled thick cable. They became distorted and wavered as they entered the portal and were then indistinguishable.

"We're in what's called a sling," Sharven said without prompting. "The portal remains open when we come in because we tie a line to the ship's hull like you would with a rope if you were climbing down a cliff. When we activate the cable, or the sling, it yanks us back through the portal. Since we are doing more than one jump, we found its easier to open a second portal back above were we departed, so we get flung out into space where we started and yanked back into another portal.

"Even though it's much easier to do it this way, it does cause some rather... unpleasant side effects. It makes it feel as if you are falling in all directions at once, and can be very disorienting, even more so than a normal jump."

"So," Pavlor said as his stomach became queasy, "It's going to make me feel like I'm on the elevator again?"

"Yes. But it shouldn't be as bad as that. It just feels like everywhere you look is down. It goes away quickly though. We're going to be jumping as soon as my navigator tells me we're ready."

"But, why not just use your engines?"

Sharven looked to his pet and smirked. "We don't have engines. Remember the atomic-scan you went through? Imagine how much we'd have to harvest off a moon or planet to restore that weight. No, we can't use fuel, that's why we have the sling."

The other orca took a seat opposite Pavlor, buckling himself in and relaxing against the chair. He looked over at Pavlor, then up at Sharven. "Sharven," he said, grabbing the orca's attention politely, "you interested in checking out that new club this weekend? Heard some great things about it, not to mention I have four free tickets."

"You mean to 'Fascination'? But I thought..."

"That it was an invite only club? It is, and you're invited."

"By who, you?" Sharven said with astonishment.

"Oh no," came the reply, "I am just a member myself, we can't invite anyone, just submit names and references to people who would enjoy such a place. And from what I heard from Vish today," the orca looked to Pavlor and winked in a very knowing fashion before returning to Sharven, "your pet would be most welcome there. And if you consented, I'm sure that there might be some compensation in it for you as well. Your pet is quite the catch, and you outbid the owner of 'Fascination' for him."

Sharven's fingers went to his chin, rubbing it as he thought, "I don't know, I mean some of the rumors..." was all he got out before the voice interrupted him over the intercom.

"Attention all personnel, sling-jump preparations pre-empted by quick-jump routine. Fifteen seconds to jump. Attention all personnel, Countdown commencing for emergency quick-jump procedure."

"Emergency?" Pavlor blurted out, looking around nervously. "What does that mean, emergency?"

The automated voice began counting down from ten as people scampered around the bridge for chairs, but some seemed to be out of luck at finding an empty seat close enough to get to.

"It's just a small glitch with sling-jumps, don't worry, happens sometimes. Just means we get less warning before we jump."

Pavlor would have responded, but the voice was now at one, and the ship was vibrating strongly. Those who did not have seats were now kneeling down and fitting their arms and legs into rubber straps along the floor. They looked more like they were getting ready for some bondage and sex from their positions, and Pavlor wondered why he had not noticed those straps before.

The next thing the canine felt was a quick and violent tug of the ship backwards. The view was still showing the gate that was behind the ship, and the twisting lights seemed to be more violent than before. The cables coming from the entryway were waggling and dancing as if viewed from underwater.

The ship suddenly fell towards the gate as the cables pulled it in. They entered the rift and were subjected to some strong buffeting. Though it felt very sickening to Pavlor, he noticed that no one else seemed to be concerned about this little development. Those on the floor remained there, heads down and body's tucked as the straps held them in place.

The gravitational forces on Pavlor's body made him feel dizzy. It was as if his reference of down kept shifting sporadically around him. He lifted his hand up to grapple his muzzle as a tight feeling washed over his stomach. He closed his eyes and held his mouth shut.

There was a quick and smooth yanking sensation as the ship slowed to a stop, and then was being drawn forward again. Pavlor mustered enough courage to open his eyes. The screen was no longer showing the back of the ship, but the front and he could see what the sling really was now.

The 'U' shaped device that he remembered seeing before they went through the first time had cables coming from it. He could barely see them, as they were pitch black and blended invisibly against the blackness of space. The blue portal was shifting and turning from a chaotic whirlpool back into the blue opening he has first seen. The cables were pulling them ever quicker forward into the portal, and they breeched it again.

This second ride was much like the first, less violent and turbulent and much easier on Pavlors senses. He pulled his hands away from his muzzle, relaxing a little until they emerged on the other side. Again it felt like they hit a rubber wall, and Pavlor surmised that the cables where what had stopped their momentum.

Those who had strapped their arms and legs in were standing up now, looking slightly wobbly. Though they may have done this several times, it was obvious it wasn't the preferred method of 'sling jumping'.

"Well, that was exciting," Sharven said, standing up after removing the straps from himself. He left Pavlor where he was for the moment and called out, "All stations, status report." A succession of voices came over the intercom system in response.

There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary from the responses Pavlor heard, and soon they were picking up three more potential pets. The world they were over housed those that were descended from a more ursine ancestry, and brief flashes of Pavlor's memory reminded him of when he was auctioned off, seeing one of them right next to himself.

As the day went on and they repeatedly jumped from one planet to another, Pavlor found the rides between worlds less and less stressful. They were, in their own way, pleasant once you got used to the sensations of traveling through the swirling blue tubes.

When they finally jumped from the final planet they had visited to their originating destination, they had picked up eight more pets to be auctioned off. Almost half of the pets they attempted to pick up were not suitable, mostly due to their lack of submission after they were ravaged by the ferute.

Pavlor got to watch each new arrival inside the chamber. The first ursine he saw picked up attempted to attack the orca, and although the target of the attack was naked, he was nowhere near defenseless. As the bear lunged forward, a small orange beam of light struck him in the back from above. The bear seemed to fall asleep mid-stride, and came to a crumpled stop on the ground. The bear was then injected with a very small dose of a chemical that would temporarily inhibit his short-term memory, and wipe the last few hours away.

Pavlor also got to see the pre-conditioning treatment for one of the pets as well, which consisted of the subject being strapped down to a table, drained of more semen for testing, a few direct injections to their sexual organs and a slight stretching of their anal muscles. This was all done under a light anesthesia so as to not be uncomfortable.

The ship was now docked and being unloaded and checked, Sharven had muzzled and leashed his pet and was walking with him down to the elevator. Pavlor was quite uneasy about returning until he was given a small sedative that relaxed him completely. Sharven had gotten the sedative from the doctor on board, who was more than happy to hand over something to alleviate Pavlor's stress.

The ride down seemed like nothing to the canine, and neither did the rest of the day sitting in Sharven's office while he completed paperwork. It wasn't too long until they were headed back home and the sedative was wearing off.

"We're invited to go to the club this weekend, if you want," Sharven concluded after giving an explanation of the club, and what he was told about it. It seemed that this club had three major functions, the first of which was a sort of social bar, where owners and their pets can go to relax without the laws governing the restraint of pets getting in the way. The second was as a playground for pets to enjoy each other as their owners watched or controlled certain aspects of the games, the details of which Sharven wasn't familiar with. And the third was where less well-off orca's could go and purchase the services of a pet in the creation of a child for them. This normally would be an extremely costly way of acquiring a child, but the alternative was purchasing a pet, something that over half the population couldn't afford without saving money over many years. Again the details of how those seeking such services were able to pay for them, which made Sharven a little uneasy. Even so, the club was legitima

te and watched over by the agencies that enforced the laws governing pet abuse and proper care, an institution that was well known for prosecuting and punishing anyone found intentionally abusing their, or anyone else's, pet.

The car pulled up to the house, followed by a large truck that contained Pavlor's re-acquired possessions from his home. Three rather large and strong orca's wearing PVC-style jumpsuits with the logo of a huge orca lifting the world were bringing in the computer, books, adult toys and furniture. Most of these items were set up in a room for Pavlor, so he could have his own personal space if he wanted.

Dinner was soon cooking; Pavlor had done most of the preparation himself, which consisted of telling the appliances what to cook. The food was done relatively quickly and left the aroma of sizzling meats hanging in the air. Pavlor brought the food to the table, sitting next to Sharven as they ate in silence. The meal was very good; it reminded Pavlor of a deep-fried steak, the outside crisp and firm, holding in all the flavor and juices of the meat, along with a few vegetables that were sweet and firm.

After dinner Pavlor sat with Sharven on the couch, watching the display and listening to the news. It seems that during the day, news of the premature launching conditions had spread around quickly. There was speculation as to what kinds of pets were picked up (a listing of them and their statistics was available for viewing after the show). Tickets for the auction had sold out fifteen minutes after the announcement was made, leaving many would-be parents grumbling and cursing their luck.

As these images passed, Pavlor noticed that the parents were actually groups of three to four of the orca's. "How come the parents are groups of three and four?"

Sharven's arms slipped around Pavlor, pulling him close as he answered. "Winning an auction is extremely expensive. The tickets cost about 1,000 delen, which is how much I make in a month. Just getting an auction ticket is hard enough, but the auction itself can go anywhere from 10,000 to 400,000 delen for a pet. So most people pool their money to get one, and then share the pet between them for having children. Since the law allows only one child for every three years from the assistance of a pet, it can get pretty rough in the bidding."

"Three years? Why so long?"

"Well, the process takes a lot of energy out of the pet and the orca that wants a child. In the beginning, some were using their pet's non-stop for this, and it caused problems for both the pets and the offspring. You basically need to ejaculate once every hour for two months to produce enough of the DNA the ferute's need to spark life. Oh, don't give me that look; I have to do it for just as long as you do, so I'll be right next to you when we have a child. The only problem is, is that its very taxing on your body, and mine. So when some were done with their pet, they'd let someone use their pet without giving them time to rest. This can strain a pets system, causing their sperm to become mutated and eventually sterilize them, and the offspring created have complications."

"So, it takes three years to recover from it? I mean, I sure wouldn't mind feeling pleasure for that long, but three years?"

"It only takes four months, but they came up with three years because of abuse factors. A pet can refuse to help but only if they have helped within the last three years. Too many people were beating and abusing their pets if they refused, so they made it mandatory."

"Beat their pets? That sounds horrible."

"I'm not proud of what some of us have done, but we have laws and rules in place now to consider the welfare of our pets and us. Without you, we wouldn't be here now."

"But, if you can make things like the ferute, why can't you just make or clone children? Wouldn't that be easier than all this?" Sharven gave him a bit of a look, which caused Pavlor to blurt out, "Not that I don't like it! Don't look at me like that."

"No, I wasn't thinking that, just that it's a good question. We could make clones, but closes have serious drawbacks. For one thing, the DNA gets tired after a while, and begins to break up. I know, it's not a technical term, but that's basically what it does. The ferute's were designed to help 'cook' and mix up the DNA so that the DNA won't get tired from cloning."

Sharven shifted and pulled Pavlor up into his lap to cuddle him as he continued. "With the DNA found in sperm, they can re-arrange them to make a child without those problems, but so much is needed to do it that its taxing. We're born to be able to handle that when we need to, but our pets aren't. We change some of the things in your body to produce more when needed, but you were never built for that much output. Hence you need rest after it."

The story had changed to a murder inside the city, with the details getting lost as Pavlor conversed with Sharven. "Well," Pavlor said, "I'm glad you took me. I've never been happier than I have been in all my life."

"That's why we test everyone, we don't want to take someone who wont adjust. Aside from being immoral, in my opinion, it's also way to expensive to put them back."

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how much did you pay for me?"

Sharven smirks, "I've been waiting for that question. You really want to know the answer?"

"Well, I was curious. I mean, if you don't want to tell me, I can understand. I just wanted to know is all."

Sharven nodded. He pulled his pet against him, wrapping his arms around the warm, furry body and pulling the canine's back against his chest. He leaned down, putting his lips right next to Pavlor's ear. "650,000 delen."

Pavlor's eyes went wide, his ear pinned back in surprise. "WHAT? Oh my, that's a lot of money!"

"Yeah, but I get a discount too, seeing as what I do for a living. I had 200,000 in credit on an auction for my years of service. I got 20,000 in auction credits a year, and the rest I had left over from my father when I lost him. He wanted me to use it to get a good pet, so I could have a child when I was ready."

"So how much..."

Sharven cut him off, saying, "... about 340,000 delen out of pocket. And I must say, I think I got a bargain." Sharven's hand slid up and wrapped around Pavlor's muzzle to prevent him from asking any more questions. A soft, muffled statement attempted to make it out of Pavlor's mouth, but was easily thwarted by Sharven. "Now, my sweet little dog, how about we head into the bedroom so that I might use that warm tail hole you have?"

Pavlor felt the rubber-covered groin of his owner swollen against his back. He was somewhat surprised he hadn't noticed the bulge a little earlier. He looked up, staring at his owner upside-down. "I would love that."

Sharven pushed his pet up to his feet, standing up after him and stretching his limbs. He let out an uncharacteristic squeak at the apex of his yawn, and let his arms flop down to his sides. He moved forward, placing his hand on his pets back and guided him through the house to the bedroom.

Pavlor was pushed to the bed and gently pushed down on it. Sharven stood back, undoing the sticky fastener that held on his rubber uniform, peeling it off his skin slowly, so that he could show himself off for his pet. Since he didn't sweat, there was no moisture between the suit and his skin, and soon it was crumpled up on the floor revealing the natural black and white colors of his thick skin.

With his furry tail wagging briskly behind him, Pavlor sat on his haunches and was propped up by his hands. He was watching his owner with a hungry expression. He looked down the sleek body, his eyes getting caught in the contrasting white and black pattern. His eyes moved easily down the body to the pink slit, where Sharven's cock was poking out and hanging down in a thick arch. Pavlor was salivating noticeably, so much that a small string of drool was dipping down the left side of his open and panting muzzle.

Sharven stepped forward, grabbing his dick by the base and pulling it up, letting it hang, unmoving, as he moved closer and gave his pet a good scent of his musk. He watched as the dog's eyes dilated while he gazed at the cock. "Come on my boy, come get Master's bone," he said, his voice devoid of any derogatory tones.

Pavlor moved forward, drooling more as he slipped the shaft between his lips and closed down on it tenderly. His eyes shut as his senses screamed out with delight, the flavor, texture and scent of that dick making him breath in sharply and then moan out around the length he was gently pulling deeper into his throat. Before he knew it, that cock was buried down to the hilt, the canine's lungs momentarily cut off from their supply of air, but it felt so intoxicating having his owner's length spreading his throat wide. He held there, swallowing a few times before his lungs began to burn and he pulled back, slipping himself up to the tip and letting it fall from his mouth.

Sharven was bracing himself against the nightstand, his legs having grown slightly weak from the wonderful sensations of his pet. Even if he hadn't paid as much money for him as the auction went, or his oral skills were less expertly applied, he would still have gotten him. All this bliss was icing on the cake for Sharven, though he wouldn't admit it publicly for his own reasons. He had almost fallen in love with the canine the second he came up on the view screen.

Pavlor cantered oddly on the bed, doing a full circle and whimpering despite himself. His thick, knotted dick hanging under him and bouncing around, spitting out small drops of his precum while he displayed his need.

Sharven took no time in crawling up onto the bed, where Pavlor immediately turned around and hiked his tail up. Sharven pushed himself up against that warm opening, reaching for a bottle of lubricant that he quickly squirted on himself, humorously reminding him of someone soldering something together. He let a small grunted laugh escape his lips as he pushed forward, feeling as the lube helped to ease his entry deep into his pet. He sank in; feeling the muscle relax around him like it was welcoming him home. He let the muscle guide him in, pulling him deeper until his hips pressed firmly against the furry cheeks of his pet. He dropped the lube to the side, the cap shutting automatically to prevent any spills.

Pavlor looked back, his eyes wide and hungry. His muzzle was open, panting and drooling from the tip of his tongue to the pillow under him. All he could do was whimper as the thick shaft of his owner kept him spread so deliciously wide. His head dropped and he growled out an exasperated groan, feeling the cetacean shaft sliding back out, and then in slowly.

"Fuck me, hard," Pavlor blurted out, his mind racing back to a more coherent train of thought as the sensations become consistent. He turned to look back, watching that large, burly black and white body pressing itself forwards, repeatedly hilting the thick, pink shaft up his tail. "Master, harder, please," he said without even thinking.

Sharven's fingers gripped his pet's hips, holding him firmly and went from an easy slide to a quick, hip-jerking thrust. He pulled back and pushed in sharply, nearly raping his pet's ass with his dick, and watching as Pavlor expression showed he wanted even more. His heart thumped madly in his chest, the feeling of the passage gulping down his prick was more than he could stand. He shoved in hard, his throat tensing and bellowing out a loud, guttural cry of pain. His cock jerked inside his pet, spitting out his seed and spraying the inside of the canine's body with a huge rush of semen.

Pavlor felt that final thrust, which made his body explode with delight. The feeling of that fluid gushing into his body made his knot tingle and he began wetting the sheets with his watery ejaculate. He listened intently to his owner, his ears pinned back to catch every low, rumbling call of pained pleasure. The sound making his insides sing and twist in chaotic delight.

Sharven leaned over his pet, pressing him down against the bed as his body, feeling his pet's chest expanding and contracting rapidly, feeling his pet's orgasm continuing as the muscles around his cock milked him. Despite his orgasm being much quicker, the volume was the same as the canines'. He could feel his fluids around his shaft sloshing as the contractions around his dick made it move and twitch.

Sharven pushed his arms under his pet, holding him tightly. He could feel every orgasmic pulse of his pet, every beat of his heart. He held him tightly, listening with more than just his hearing. He felt his pet as he came down from the orgasmic high. He felt it as his pet's muscles eased up and stopped contracting, having finished expelling his cum and soaking the bed thoroughly. He felt his pet holding steady, not wanting to move, not wanting to loose that beautiful sensation of his owner's dick still impaling him.

They fell asleep like that, their bodies slowly cooling off from the arousal, muscles relaxing and heart rates slowly coming to a gentle rested pulse. At some point, Sharven had rolled off his pet, pulling his still slightly swollen shaft from his pet's anal cavity, letting it slide back inside his slit. Moments later Pavlor turned and pressed his back against Sharven's chest, curling in under the arm that draped over him and gripped him possessively. Love settled in as they slept, inflamed by the need, shaped by the lust, cooled by the afterglow, and hardened by the gentle sleep.